well, this is (really) my only really good story. i think this is my best work. it’s just about a guy who discovers a demon. it was going to be a book that i really wanted to make. unfourtunatly, i wasn’t able to do anything with it. here is what i have however. tell me what you think.

 

The old man, sitting in his wooden chair, took a book that a nearby servant was holding. He blew the dust off the book and opened it to the front of the book. He raised his eyes to the audience in the chamber hall. The king himself was listening to the story. The old man opened his mouth and spoke in a raspy voice. “What I am about to tell you is one of the most famous stories of old. It is about a boy, who grew to be a man above all men. It is about demons and creatures less pleasant. Nevertheless, our hero is our hero still. Remember this, you will probably only hear this once in your lifetime.” With that, the old man lowered his graying eyes and began to read.

As dawn’s light slowly crept through the trees and the forest stirred with new life, a young man walked the road. This young man was actually larger then most men, especially around the middle. Gailen had an unhealthy habit of eating too much, and you always knew it was him when you saw the massive pack of food on his back. He carried a knobby walking staff with a strange green light at the tip. His clothes were made of normal homespun cloth with a tough leather jerkin. He had a leather hat guarding his bald spot he swears he does not have, a bow, and a quiver full of arrows across his back. You could tell he was going hunting, for that was just about the only thing he did, for Gailen was a butcher’s son. He made his living through the store in town where he sells meat with his father. He had two packs this day, one for his food, and the other for his equipment.
His cheeks were red with the early morning chill as he whistled along, dreaming of the sweedan ale that would be brewing at his friends’ house. His friend Zadon and his father ran a roadside cavern a few miles south of the city. They had planned this hunt for a long time, together in the forest.
As Gailen continued walking, he spotted smoke rising from the trees. He though to himself, what can that be? No hunter is stupid enough to light a fire with normal wood in the forest. For he knew what all hunters did. They bring flambre, a special kind of white wood that does not give out smoke. It was not very hard to get. It was a common supply for the hunters nearby, and sold in many hunting shops. As he thought about it, he became curious, and stepped off the path toward the forest. He hesitated at the edge of the forest, Being an experienced hunter. He knew better then to do things without a good reason and sound planning when it comes to the Forest of Mordon. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he continued.
As Gailen traveled through the forest, it seemed as if the trees had swallowed the road behind him. The tree branches were thick and large, with cobwebs scattered here and there. The brush grew high, making it nigh impossible to push through, and resulting in using his sword. He looked up, but all he saw were the trees around him, blocking sunlight with their wide spread branches. He was about to give up and turn back to the road, already having his doubts in the wisdom of going into the forest in the first place, when he smelled smoke in the air. It must have been closer then I first suspected! He thought. He then proceeded cautiously, peering through the branches as he moved slowly along. As the smell grew stronger, he crouched and moved more carefully. Soon he came to an edge of a clearing, and was astounded by what he saw.
The edge of the clearing was scorched, burnt to a crisp. There was nothing left of the grass, for the ground was covered in ash and blood. Bodies cluttered on the ground, hands grasping at nothing. In the midst of it all, stood a Darfkahn. The demon was completely black with streaks of red. His four deadly arms stuck out like a spiders limbs, and each arm held a dark sword. However, the sword was not nearly as dangerous as the poison in its diamond hard, foot long nails that came out at its knuckles. The poison that resides in those nails would slowly, painfully, horribly take control of your body, turning your body on your own allies. This demon had a large dark cloak covering its whole body and draping over the charred earth.
The Darfkahn were a race of creatures that were destroyed long ago, when they had risen to dominate the world. The races of good joined forces and defeated the Darfkahns. They were thought to be wiped out, but there had been rumors that a few managed to survive. Little scorched clearings like this one have been found, but were dismissed by the foolish as remains from the last war. But there were some that knew the truth. The Darfkahns had survived. They had survived and were in hiding.
This one must have been one of the few that made it! Gailen thought. He looked on in awe at the 8 foot tall demon.
After recovering from his initial amazement, Gailen saw something that astounded him. The demon was staring at a sword. However, as Gailen saw, it was not just any sword, this one had a gem studded golden hilt, and a diamond blade. A sword such as the one Gailen was looking on is hard to find, and very expensive if bought from the dwarves (only they know how to make such blades). Its incredible beauty startled him, and he thought to himself, if only I could just distract the demon enough so that I could. . . Gailen shook his head, wondering if he had gone insane. Distract him! I would only lose my life! Then he realized the power of the sword. It’s hypnotism. He thought grimly. And the Darfkahn has probably realized that by now. He thought. But wait, if he knew it, why would he be staring at it? Gailen wondered. Unless the sword controls him too! He looked at the sword again. If the demon is hypnotized, maybe I can just. . . and at that point, he realized what he was thinking about and immediately looked away from the sword. Slowly retreating from the sword and demon, he thought how close to death he had become. As soon as he was out of hearing distance of the demon, he broke into a run.

hope you enjoyed the story!

-Bo